Welcome to foodie. For those who have followed me here from my other blog you will know this isn’t really a beginning, but rather a fresh start. This past year I fell out of the habit of writing. I didn’t know what to write about, so I stopped. When I tried to start again, I found I was at a loss for words. So I waited. I read a lot. I started half a dozen drafts and hated all of them. I waited some more. In between all of that, I also: sold a home, spent two glorious weeks in Greece, celebrated my one year wedding anniversary, turned 34. Life has a way of marching on even when all it feels like you’re doing is waiting.
Case in point, I’ve been writing this piece for a year. So. A lot of waiting. I’m still not sure the words are there. I’m not sure what this is going to be yet. What I am sure of is that I missed writing. Even when it’s imperfect and incomplete. Even when it’s unsure of where it’s going.
Which I guess makes this a not very good mission statement. I was never really good at those anyway.